I don’t like to combine challenges but the week suddenly doesn’t have enough days. Poetry can be public art too: here is one poem by me and some others by the street.
Today there is so much going on. I have an online card tournament, there is the decisive basketball game Slovenia with Luka Dončić vs. Lithuania to determine who goes to the Olympic Games, Slovenian cyclist Tadej Pogačar starts Stage 9 of Tour de France as the new race leader, it’s holiday in the USA, and these are just the good things.
So here we go. First, my poem. It is in the shape of a trimeric, which is a new form for me. Lines 2, 3 and 4 from the first stanza are repeated as the first lines of the next tree stanzas. I thought to include not one but two introductory thoughts. Have a look.
A TrimericPoetry: the best words in the best order.
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge With poetry I paint the pictures that hit.
~"Freedom", Rage Against the Machine
Water, wildflowers, poetry...
What will it be, what will it be?
Thunderbolt, fire, the works?
Trimeric, turmeric, pandemic?
What will it be, what will it be
on this Sunday, 4th of July?
We play nature’s game. Why?
Thunderbolt, fire, the works.
Some win, others not so much.
Anything to help us survive.
Trimeric, turmeric, pandemic.
Volcano, tornado, bravado.
Water, wildflowers, poetry.
I love reading walls everywhere I go. I’m especially glad if I encounter a verse or a whole poem, or something that to me sounds as a poem. Just like that, my day is made. Here is a selection of such over the years from my two countries. Today Italy comes first and Slovenia follows. This is another reason why I miss cities.